She’s done enough. More than enough. And she’s done it for me and she’s done it for us and this is enough. I didn’t want this to be a pyrrhic victory; I didn’t want this to be a war at all, but it’s felt like it at times. Yet, I’m thankful that we’re in a spot that we worked very hard to achieve, despite the cuts and bruises – and I’m grateful that it was with her. If anyone is worth the effort, she is.

I’m once again amazingly glad that we had a couple weeks of time together outside our normal spaces, routines, and distractions. I knew this vacation was going to turn out to be one of our most important ever, and for me at least, it felt like a tangible reminder of what it feels like to be in lockstep, of what to shoot for when we’re back to real life. That kind of connection. And I’m thankful that we’re getting there, too.

As fucking terrible as it felt, I’m grateful that she felt comfortable enough to give me some visibility into to some shit that happened a while ago that she’d been holding on to. And again, it’s not about me, it’s about how she felt and how I made her feel. I’m just so beyond thankful that she held on even after that, and as painful as it’ll be, I’m hopeful that she feels that she can work with me on other things like that in the future.

And finally, I’m thankful for the work that I’ve done. There’s been a lot of growth, a lot of movement, and a shit ton of positive personal development. Some of it was latent, simply waiting to be activated. Some of it is brand new, things I didn’t know or realize before that have become parts of my framework. Regardless, I’m stoked that it’s happening and glad that I’ve come as far as I have: It makes the roads I’m going to travel that much more exciting.